[ Viktor stands there for a second before Geralt realizes what's happening. He gestures for Viktor to come in. The hall is not the most welcoming of places—the floor is scuffed and stained, the walls crumbling—but there's ale and bread laid on the tables. And plenty of room to sit. On the gnarled medallion tree, a round black and white owl sits.
Geralt tilts his head. Fair. He's said little to Viktor about Ciri. (Actually, he's said nothing to Viktor about Ciri.) They're a bit more than from the same place, though. ] I raised her.
[ That also seems worth laying out considering the topic they're here to discuss. He doesn't waste time getting into it. ]
Ciri told me what happened. [ And that she blames herself for putting Viktor in danger. He leaves that part unsaid. ] I wanted to hear it from you.
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Geralt tilts his head. Fair. He's said little to Viktor about Ciri. (Actually, he's said nothing to Viktor about Ciri.) They're a bit more than from the same place, though. ] I raised her.
[ That also seems worth laying out considering the topic they're here to discuss. He doesn't waste time getting into it. ]
Ciri told me what happened. [ And that she blames herself for putting Viktor in danger. He leaves that part unsaid. ] I wanted to hear it from you.